[His thoughts are exactly the same. That if they engage below, who knows how much more attention they'll draw? And going back the other way? Only the threat of the patrolling bandits lie in that direction, and he'd rather deal with the unknown of up than to risk a fight unless they really have to.]
(Right behind you.)
[And he is, even as the ledge becomes terribly small and precarious. Too late for regrets now, he thinks, even as Noctis presses his back up against the wall, scooting along slowly.]
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(Right behind you.)
[And he is, even as the ledge becomes terribly small and precarious. Too late for regrets now, he thinks, even as Noctis presses his back up against the wall, scooting along slowly.]
(You're not afraid of heights are you?)